We sat in our kitchen one late afternoon having a rather serious conversation...
"Since we got married, I've never seen another man's thing." She paused and looked down at the table and fingered her glass. "In fact, the only other time I've seen another man's naked penis since we got married was when you brought that movie projector home with the eight millimeter films that we watched."
"Geez, that was over twenty-five years ago!"
"Yes, but if I remember right we both got frisky that night and couldn't wait to get to bed. We didn't fall asleep that night until early the next morning."
I looked across the kitchen table at my wife and saw a very sheepish sort of grin expand across her lips, "So would looking at a bunch of them up on the big screen turn you on today? I looked at my lovely wife trying to picture if she were picturing a naked man or two in her pretty head. "My dear, you don't think a handsome nude guy or two that knows what to do with his 'thing' wouldn't be sexy to watch?"
"I think you think it would be because you'd get to see a bunch of pretty young nude girls at the same time." She crossed her legs under the glass-topped table and took a sip of her drink. "I just don't know if looking at that X-rated stuff would turn me on."
I sensed in that last comment she wasn't saying 'no', so I worked it a little more, "So you think it might be worth the experience? Something at least a little exciting, something different."
Mary Ann grinned again and then turned sideways in her chair, first uncrossing and then crossing her legs back again, her leg and bare foot bobbing up and down. "And I presume you have something already planned?"
"No, well, sort of I guess. I thought about going downtown to a theater to see an adult movie."
"An adult theater? They still have those kinds of places?"
"Well, yes, sort of. They have this one place that happens to show adult stuff on weekend nights."
She looked in my eyes and read into that simple reply of mine. "Wait. This theater, how do you know where it is?"
I grinned this time and picked up my glass of iced tea quickly to try and hide my expression behind it.
"I asked you how you knew about this place." She turned back and leaned up against the table toward me.
I gulped down the cold liquid. "Okay, long before we were married I used to go to this place some."
"I see." Mary Ann sat back again, but this time folded her arms across her chest.
We both remained silent and I just watched her watching me as I feigned drinking more tea.
Finally she sat back up and laid her hands on the table, fingers intertwined. She stared me right in the eye for another moment and then looked down at her hands. "So do they really show everything in those adult movies?"
My eyebrows rose as I looked over my glass at my lovely wife. "Uh, yes. They do." That grin started to creep across my lips again but I quickly suppressed it.
"I can't see how a theater like that stays in business when everyone can just download dirty pictures and movies from the internet nowadays."
"Yeah, I thought so, too. But like I said they have their legit business, but on late Friday and Saturday nights they still show the hard stuff."
"Do couples really go to stuff like that?"
"I think so; at least they used to back when. I'm sure more single men than couples still go, but for me being married and going feels like more of a turn on right now."
"Are you saying you are already horny just thinking about this?" She looked down through the glass table toward my crotch.
I squirmed in my chair, full well knowing I had a bit of a boner going. "Well, yeah. Partly because of remembering back to some of those hot movies, but mostly I think because of the thought of taking you some place you never knew I used to go, that really excites me."
"And you think as a couple we'll get so excited we'll want to do it right there in the theater?"
I about choked and spilled some tea from my glass onto my lap. I chuckled. "No, no...I mean, yes, oh I don't know." I brushed what I could of the liquid off my shorts, feeling the bulge in them.
"So just what do you mean? What is your naughty plan? There must be something else involved other than just watching a dirty movie in a naughty theater."
I sat my glass on the table and leaned up a little closer. "Well, okay, if you must know, uh, well I've been known to masturbate right there in the theater."
"What?" Mary Ann almost came out of her chair and looked at me as if I'd said I'd murdered someone. "What if someone saw you?"
"I guess that was part of the thrill. But so what if they did? Most of them were doing the same thing."
"Well, I don't know. I don't think I'd want anyone seeing me do that or for that matter knowing someone around me was doing it."
"You don't have to do a thing, but watch the movie, if you don't want to. But who knows, dear, you might actually enjoy being the voyeur and watch some of them."
"Well, I'm not saying I really like the idea of sitting in a seedy theater watching dirty movies with people around me doing who knows what, but..." her eyes met mine and seemed to gleam, "but hearing you talk about what you used to do, makes me wonder what it was like, what you felt while doing what you did in public."
My heart thumped in my ears. "Does that mean you'll go with me?"
"If you take me to dinner first, I'll think about it." Mary Ann sat back and took her glass of tea in hand again. "But if I do go, what should I wear?"
I grinned openly now knowing I had her interested at least. "Don't ask me," I replied excitedly but honestly. "You know I have enough trouble dressing myself. I'm the last person to ask for fashion advice."